Back in the rented house, Zhang Jiaze's mood was extremely decadent. I didn't expect people in their 30s to reach out to their parents to ask for hard-earned money to live.

What about the ideal of goodness?

Looking back on his life path, Zhang Jiaze is like a demon and obsessed with literature. Every time, he turned a deaf ear to his friends' kind reminders, because he firmly believed that he would succeed.

However, what about the reality?

He was hit on the head and bled out, and now, he is even more "separated from his wife", and he doesn't even let go of his parents' hard-earned money.

Zhang Jiaze suddenly felt a shudder, he stared at his hands in a daze, these hands were clearly stained with blood, he was like a heinous executioner, stained with the blood of his relatives.

Zhang Jiaze, Zhang Jiaze, why have you reached such a point?

Decadence and frustration prompted him to stand up. He can't tolerate himself anymore, his originally beautiful literary dream has now become a "murderer", is there still a little humanity in this? Are there such cruel people in the world?

What a bullshit literary dream! It's a mess! He stood up angrily, picked up the computer on the table, and slammed it on the ground with a "bang", and the Apple laptop, which had been used for less than a year, was broken in front of him; He rummaged through the cabinets, found the original thick manuscripts, and found the lighter, and burned it.

Looking at the raging flames, Zhang Jiaze's heart was dripping blood.

He threw away and destroyed everything in this world that had to do with writing.

Originally, he thought that he would feel happy and relieved after throwing all these things out of his world, but what he never dreamed of was that after doing so, he actually felt a deeper sense of guilt.

Oh, my God...... He felt like he was going to collapse!

He wants to talk to his friends, but now that he has become a down-and-out ghost, what will his friends think of it after it spreads? What do you think about friends? How do you make friends laugh?

In the end, he didn't even have a friend, a friend to talk to, a friend to show him the way.

Perhaps, in this world, the only one who can save himself in the end and finally let himself out is himself. No one else can help you except yourself.

Now, he has no source of survival, and at the moment, even eating is a problem, and even his livelihood is a problem.

Zhang Jiaze rummaged through the cabinets and found two bank cards that he didn't use for a long time on weekdays. Dragging his tired, thin body, he hurriedly found a nearby bank, checked the balance at the ATM, and found that there was still 38.50 yuan on one card and 29.30 yuan on the other.

67.8 yuan, this is all his current belongings.

Zhang Jiaze finally took out all the 67.80 yuan from the bank with great effort.

Now, he has to rely on this only 67.80 yuan to forge his own way to survival or strength, can he do it?

67.80 yuan, he can't even eat a Western meal, what else can he do?